Chapter 12 #2
“I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing me quickly. “When I get back, I want you naked,” he calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room, flashlight in hand.
I don’t need power to get undressed, so I climb to my feet, stripping out of my clothes and letting them fall to a pile on the floor. I push the pile with my foot off to the side, because I don’t want Foster to trip over them.
“Got it,” he says, stepping back into the room, just as I’m feeling around for the covers, to pull them back and slide underneath them.
I don’t have to ask what he got because the flicker of a light sounds, and then the room is lit with a soft glow of a candle. He places one on each dresser, turns off the flashlight, and steps to the bed, smiling down at me. The candles give off just enough light to make out his features.
“Good girl,” he rumbles as he reaches behind him, grabs the neck of his T-shirt, pulls it over his head, and tosses it behind him, not a care where it might land. Thankfully, the dresser and the lit candle are not behind him.
“Keep going,” I urge him, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek. I don’t know where this brazen part of me is coming from. It’s new, and tonight is the first time it’s ever surfaced. Must be the Foster effect.
“So bossy,” he says, chuckling.
I keep my eyes glued to him as he strips out of the rest of his clothes. Pulling open the bedside table, he grabs a box of unopened condoms. He tears at the box and pulls out a strip, tossing it onto the bed.
“You’d better check the date on those,” I tease, trying to lighten the heaviness of the moment.
“Probably.” He laughs as he grabs the box he just tossed back into the drawer and moves over toward the candle. “June,” he rasps. “Thank fuck,” he mumbles, and I giggle.
“I’m on the pill, too, so we’re covered.”
“Why?”
“Helps with my cycle, and I wanted to be prepared should a moment like this ever present itself.”
“My girl is smart and beautiful,” he says, tossing the box back into the bedside drawer, lifting the covers, and climbing beneath them next to me. He wastes no time, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me.
“Wow,” I breathe as his warm embrace envelops me. “You’re so warm, and this is… I guess I didn’t know what I was missing all these years.”
“Baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part,” he says, and I don’t have to lift my head to see his smile. I can hear it.
“I don’t know. Feeling your skin against mine like this, nothing between us, that’s pretty good,” I tell him, running my hands over his chest.
Reaching down, he pulls my thigh up over his, and his hard cock presses more prominently against my bare flesh than before. “Can I touch you?” I ask hesitantly.
“Eden, babe, you can do anything you want to me. Tonight is yours. You say go, and we go. You say stop; we stop. It’s that simple. You hold all the power here.”
“That’s not fair. I want this to be about us.”
He kisses me softly, just a few quick pecks of his lips against mine.
“This is about us, baby. You’re in my bed.
Naked. Your body is molded to mine. If you told me that all you wanted to do was talk or sleep or stare at the shadows on the ceiling, it would still be the best night I’ve had in—longer than I can remember,” he says, his voice reverent.
His words have me feeling all warm and gooey on the inside. “Go,” I whisper, as I reach between us and grip his hard cock.
“Just like that, no other warning?” He chuckles.
“Just practicing this power thing you claim I have,” I tease. “Show me what feels good.”
“You, Eden. You feel good. Your body next to mine, your hand on my cock, it’s all perfect,” he says softly.
“So, when I do this?” I ask, pumping my fist, stroking him from base to tip.
“Yeah,” he hisses.
“Is it ready? I mean, are you ready?” I ask. I know he says this is about me, but he should have the chance to back out, too. “I mean, do you still want this? Want me?” I ask, and I hate the insecurity that I hear in my voice.
“Fuck yes,” he pants. “I want you. I’ve wanted you,” he confesses.
“Show me.”
He makes this sound. It’s kind of like a growl and a groan all rolled into one, and then he’s moving. I’m now flat on my back, and he’s settled between my thighs. “Is there anything that’s off limits?” he asks.
“You mean, like ropes and stuff? Do I need a safe word or something?” I ask, a little bit of panic seeping in. I’m not sure I’m there yet. I’d just like to complete the first task of losing my virginity before we bring out the heavy stuff.
“No, sweetheart, no ropes. I’ve never done that, but if it’s something you want to explore, we can. Just not tonight.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, running his index finger through the wetness between my thighs. “Fuck, is all of this for me?”
“Only you,” I tell him.
“Can I taste you, Eden?”
“Please,” I beg.
He shimmies down the bed, and his head is now there, right between my thighs. The soft glow of the candles makes it hard to see his face, but I hear his intake of breath, followed by my own, when he leans in and takes his first taste.
“Oh, that’s… staying on the list,” I say, burying my hands in his hair.
He chuckles and then goes back in. This time, he doesn’t stop.
He licks, nips, and sucks, and when he adds his fingers, my back arches off the bed.
Pleasure greater than anything I’ve ever felt before rolls through my body like a tidal wave.
“Foster.” I cry out his name, because I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I don’t want him to stop.
Not ever.
“I can feel you, Eden. Your pussy is clamping down on my fingers. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” he says as he sucks my clit into his mouth. That’s all it takes, and I’m soaring, calling out his name, back arching, toes curling, fists tightening in his hair.
My soul has left my body.
I think I black out for a minute because when I open my eyes again, Foster is lying next to me on the bed, his head propped up on his elbow. “There she is,” he says softly.
I turn to look at him, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “Go,” I whisper.
“You sure?”
“Am I safe with you?” I ask because he needs to believe it as much as I do. I see so much of myself in him. Maybe that’s why we understand each other so well. We just fit.
“Of course, you are. What kind of question is that? I’d never hurt you, Eden. Never.” His voice is solid, unrelenting.
“I know that. I was making sure that you did,” I tell him.
He lowers his head and kisses me. “Sometimes I think you might know me better than I know myself.” He kisses me again, this time, a little deeper, a little hungrier.
“Thank you for this gift, Eden. I don’t take this moment with you lightly.
To know that you’ve chosen me, that you trust me to look after you, it’s more than I deserve. ”
“Foster?”
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me.” I open my mouth to correct myself, but he moves too quickly, reaching for a condom and tearing the wrapper.
The light from the candle is dim, but I still keep my gaze on his actions, not wanting to miss a moment.
All intentions for misspeaking, calling what we’re about to do making love, are forgotten when he settles between my thighs and aligns his hard cock at my entrance.
“I don’t know what the future holds for us,” he tells me, “but I do know I want you. In fact, it’s more of a need at this point.
I also know it’s been a long damn time since I’ve been in this position, and with your taste already on my tongue, this is going to be quick.
I promise next time, if there is a next time, it will be better. ”
I can’t help it; I let out a small laugh. “I want there to be as many times as you’ll allow, and I just want to feel you inside me,” I tell him truthfully. “I know there’ll be pain, and I’m not expecting to see stars my first time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, Foster, don’t you see? You’re putting me back together. Fixing broken pieces that I thought would remain shattered.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, and pushes forward, just a small bit, as he eases his cock inside. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” I assure him. I grip his back as he pushes in a little more. We repeat the process a couple more times, and when he stops, I heave a sigh of relief.
Until he says, “I’ll be quick.”
Before I have a chance to ask him what he means, he’s pushing all the way in, breaking past the barrier that I’ve held on to out of my inability to trust, but that fear brought me to this moment. To Foster. And there isn’t a single thing on this earth that I’d trade this moment for.
“Fuck, Eden. I’ve never— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants.
Transferring all his weight to one arm, he reaches between us with the other. His thumb lands on my clit, and he begins to move it in small circles.
“Oh,” I moan when he starts to move inside me at the same time.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Come for me, Eden. Come all over my cock,” he says, his thrusts growing faster.
“There. Oh, damn, please, don’t stop,” I beg.
The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m flying.
My orgasm crashes into me like a bolt of lightning that’s cracking outside the windows.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
Just as my soul starts to come back to my body, he stills, calls out my name with a deep, shuddery moan, and then collapses onto me, careful to still hold his weight and not crush me.
Our heavy breaths fill the room, and I swear he has to be able to hear the thunderous roar of my heart.
Time passes, but I don’t know how much. My eyes drift closed, and I don’t worry about what’s next or how tonight changes us.
I relish in the afterglow of what he did to my body and ask myself when we can do it again.
I jolt when I feel a warm cloth between my thighs. “It’s just me. Let me clean you up,” he whispers.
My face heats with embarrassment. “I can do it.” I reach for his hand, but he stops me.
“No, baby. Let me take care of you.”
So, I do. I let him clean me up. He tosses the cloth through the bathroom door. I don’t know if he made it, but I hear it hit the floor with a flop as he moves to blow out the candles, before pulling the covers back and climbing into bed.
“Do you need anything?” he asks.
“Just this. Just you,” I say, snuggling close and resting my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and we drift off to sleep.